I pray for all the strength you lack. I can't accept the knowledge that my model is imperfect You promised never to be numb I was staving and you fed
She thrusts her fists against the post. Lock out your monsters. I know you don't have a name for the thing outside that hardens the air in your lungs
Left laying back to back with my wicked thoughts You love me but lost respect for my wicked self I'll wear the blame but wont believe that I'm a sinner
I know what you'll find when you look at me. All that nasty, itching apprehension took root and paralyzed me. If I could wrap myself up in your confidence
Six days straight and you're demanding results "Let's make this summer a good one" No time for love except the weekend I know that the title isn't fun
